sounds in darkness

the sounds i remember most are the sounds i remember in the dark
whether the soft whisper of my love
the rustle of tree branches in the wind
or the loud crass sounds of the city
they all mean more when they are in the dark

in the light of day the sounds all blend
with one another they meld into an ambiance
that is representative of the spectrum
and brilliance not found in the absence of light
and it is in the absence of light sounds, thoughts, dreams, and fears become clear

a snapping twig, a cricket's chirp, the whine of a mosquito
would be lost in the sheer ambiance of daylight
but in the darkness, each sound retains its unique
vibrancy and gives to the night its full and undivided resonance
eliminating the need for light and replacing it with a crystalline comprehension from darkness

for darkness does not deceive, it is not darkness that distorts
shapes and colors--it is light
it is not darkness that lends itself to illusion--it is light
it was not the darkness of the cave that held captive plato's prisoners
the firelight cast the shadows--it is light

in the darkness it is possible to know without being blinded by sight
hearing sound which is not muffled by seeing
experiencing feelings which are pure and uninhibited by the confines of the spectrum
and the laconic pace of light